Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me

Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me. Suddenly I feel stuck in a carriage full of plebs, when I could be breathing more rarefied air. Rosenheim. On our way to Salzburg. Suddenly my lack of a footrest here in 2nd class grows in my mind; I imagine what luxurious foot rests they might have in 1st class; lovely pouffés to put one’s feet on. Waited on by busty Bavarian maidens. This is haunting me. Their huge bosoms accidentally on purpose falling out of their low-cut dirndls as they bend to serve me. I have an erection now. Austria is picture-book beautiful (we might even still be in Bavaria). Like something out of the fairy tales you read as a child. How lovely to finally get some sleep last night (or early hours of the morning anyway)! All I could think about yesterday was my fatigue; 33 hours without sleep I went.
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Even after numerous pints I still did not feel naughty but AFTER being with Laetitia I walked with full erection to Zara so it was still fully erect when I got to Zara

Even after numerous pints I still did not feel naughty, but AFTER being with Laetitia I walked with full erection to Zara so it was still fully erect when I got to Zara; and then after Zara I stood at bus stop looking in at the Chinese woman in the Medicine shop wanting to f–k her brains out. The best thing to get me in mood for a girl is to go with another one first. £20 with one girl for foreplay and get me in mood, then go straight round corner to the one I REALLY want to go with. Erection as I write these words. And two hours I am out of here.

Thank god all the Vienna trip is paid for, trains and hotels. Can get through very little spending money if I have to

Thank god all the Vienna trip is paid for, trains and hotels. Can get through very little spending money if I have to. Please please please try to DRINK LESS, before going to Rue d’Aerschot or to Fifth Avenue. To arrive in Fifth Avenue and see Leyla and still have some feeling left how amazing.
“In Germany we have a name for being in your twenties: “the wandering years”, when you are totally liberated and independent, free to experience whatever you want, thinking of no one but yourself.” Ute Lemper.
“Whatever Stendhal was writing about, his own responses were his real subject. One of his nicknames was “Jemoi” — “I-me”. He documented his emotions “with the absorption of a naturalist describing the habits of some bird or insect.” With the melancholy precision of a career civil servant, he noted sexual strategies in his journals.”
“Readers may be interested in his formula for maintaining a permanent erection. Rub the big toe of the right foot with a paste made of the ashes of a tarantula mixed with olive oil.”MV5BY2NjYTlhMDEtY2E0My00NDBjLWIxNjUtMmVhMWZiZjg3ZjI0XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTc4MzI2NQ@@._V1_UY317_CR140,0,214,317_AL_

Suddenly all those boring songs on my TV now seem exciting after yesterday. It only takes one girl to bring a club to life and a city to life

Suddenly all those boring songs on my TV now seem exciting, after yesterday. It only takes one girl to bring a club to life, and a city to life. All the year I’ve been saying this year hasn’t caught fire yet, and it finally happens on November 1st, Day of the Dead. Everything that kills me makes me feel alive. Everything that financially ruins me makes me feel alive. Oh god, just walking round my room with a beer, a full erection just thinking about Leyla. It was about this time last year I met Lucy in Fifth Avenue and Adelina in Vienna, who both had a similar effect on me, but I never saw either of them again. You keep looking, these diamonds keep turning up.

Coming home obviously leaving Friday morning I CAN get all the way to Brussels for Friday night but why bother?

Coming home, obviously leaving Friday morning, I CAN get all the way to Brussels for Friday night, but why bother? I am doing Brussels at end of October. Better to just get from Vienna to Frankfurt Friday night, that is long enough after all. Last night in Frankfurt. Spend anything I have left. Then a leisurely trip to Brussels get there 10am, on 11am train, home midday London, home 2pm. Erection just writing these words.

So many amazing bosoms bouncing along Piccadilly last night, the brunette in black trousers and black jumper over lovely big boobies the first of them

So many amazing bosoms bouncing along Piccadilly last night, the brunette, in black trousers and black jumper over lovely big boobies the first of them.
Then on way home this morning on B—— platform London side walking to exit black bun, olive green sweater dress over most enormous bouncy knockers and black stockings. Absolutely sensational. Can you IMAGINE working in the office all day with that???? I would have an erection all day and be masturbating in the toilets 20 times a days.

Christ I certainly woke randy today. Iron hard erection, I m———, but then the erection came back again and I was randy again

Christ I certainly woke randy today. Iron hard erection, I m———, but then the erection came back again and I was randy again. Thinking about the black girl in the Max Hotel this time. That amazing sexy arse. Hangover randiness perhaps, or effect of —- I took at ———, but pointlessly. No desire whatsoever. Home by 10pm. So felt no desire in Brussels and now no desire in ——-. Think I am still in all out storage mode, all out saving a pot of money mode. Really anti spending money right now. Also got Munich and Vienna on my mind.

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